“Why should I?” She knelt down beside Damien, casting him a stringent gaze. “You lashed out at me.” She continued, her voice even but not cold. Alas, she could not keep the act up for long after realizing that she sounded crueler than she’d intended to. Joza had only meant to try and toughen him up, but she probably wasn’t the best person to be handling an apprentice who walked the feverish line between light and dark.
“Easy,” She muttered, guiding him down so that he was laying on his back. She retrieved a syringe and sterile aliquot of bacta from her robes, placing a hand on his chest to steady herself as she injected the healing stimulant directly into his torso.
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